Saturday, September 4, 2010

Two Roads Diverged

Boomer came into this world being quite reserved.  O.K., how I lie.  He came into this world just the opposite.  He has always liked people, liked to talk and been VERY active.  As long as I can remember he has been asking to play football.

So, what does a Texas momma tell her boy that wants to play football?

O.K., only if you are the KICKER.  We won't discuss my husbands response to my answer.

Follow my train of thought here.  He was my only child at the time and I had heard of too many football injuries (no Troy Aikman concussions for my baby). So, if he was the kicker, I figured, I just lessened his probability of injury by at least 75%.

And that's what a good momma does!  Right?

Well . . . a good momma has to finally admit the truth to herself, eventually.

That truth hit me in the face last spring when Boomer played on his first organized team.  Previously, my husband and I didn't think he was old enough to play.  We didn't want to be those parents who were pushing there child into sports.  But he kept asking over and over again when he could play on a team.

Then the major issue for the hubby and I was that we couldn't just let anybody coach our "first born".  You know the child that will be inheriting the whole kitten kaboodle.

One day we were all in the car leaving the hubby's job when one of his coworkers said, "Bommer are you playing T-ball?"  Now why did he have to go and ask that question?

We prayed about it and decided we would let him play.  Now, what we should have done, is asked the other parents who had children he would be playing against, to pray about it.

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(Photo by Mary Crow)

Let's just say, Bommer enjoyed the game of T-Ball.  However, his parents had to stop him from practicing at home (shouldn't have bought that T-Ball stand), and had to explain that he could not do what he saw MLB players do.  To bad we didn't explain it before he tried it on the field during games.

This boy enjoyed T-Ball a little to much.  He tried to cover the entire field by himself. . . time after time.  Oh, was he suppose to tag someone out or punch them out with the ball?  Was he suppose to try to run over the person at home plate.  Nah . . . I don't think he was.

O.K., maybe I should rethink this football thing.

Oh, what did you say?  You think Boomer would be good at what sport?  Oh, LACROSSE!  We will have to try that.  I'll try anything as long as it's not FOOTBALL!